There is something wonderful about sensing a country change, finding your way through yet another of the Earth’s folds down into a different world, subtly different from the one left behind.
Some people are just not happy being in themiddle of things. They prefer the edge. They are frontier people. InAfrica, that means searching out the wide grass plains, broken only bydistant, soft, blue mountains. Gazing at distant horizons punctuated bythe smudge of scattered buffalo, not the ant-crawl of so many safarivehicles. In Uganda, that means Kidepo Valley National Park.